Wheeling Gull Isle mother's embrace

her pink toes continued to take her north along the coast, and when she spotted the small, compact isle, tyche was drawn to it. she waited a night and a day, watching the tide come in and out. being a siren, she knew that braving the strong waters was something she could do, but there was no urgency to her exploration. she had time.

when the waters were not yet too deep, she let them embrace her. the thrill was there, as it always was, of being embraced by her mother. she was still cold this time of year, as she would be for another few months, but tyche released herself to the temperature's drop. steadily and smoothly, she paddled her way to the shore, shook her coat, then noticed the thick smell of pack.

the siren had not expected such a place to be inhabited by her kind, but her lips pulled back in a smile. the scent that was strongest was of the fairer sex. perhaps this place would do for now. her haunches folded beneath her, and her siren song filled the sky.